The Beach, Wednesday Afternoon

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had not conceded defeat to this clearly unnatural weather, she was far, far too stubborn for that. She had however reached the point where she was willing to admit that sensible desperate measures had to be taken not to keel over in the heat. Thus the small pile of clothes carefully placed above the high-water mark and held down by her agiels bore no resemblance whatsoever to her leathers either in materials or coverage.

In any case, she was in the water, and intended on staying there until it cooled down. However long that took.

[open beach is open]